After learning of Li Xianyao's true identity, the old woman from the Dongfang Imperial Clan felt her eyes redden, unable to suppress the emotion in her heart.
"Good, good, it is good that you have returned."
"She must be very eager to see you as well."
Afterward, a beautiful and refined young girl arrived; it was none other than Dongfang Xinqing.
She had also wanted to come here to see Dongfang Aoyue.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Dongfang Aoyue brought Jun Xiaoyao and Li Xianyao deep into the Matriarchal Universe.
Dongfang Xinqing and the other experts of the Dongfang Imperial Clan understood the purpose of their visit, so they did not disturb them.
Deep within the Matriarchal Universe, there was an ancient plot of land, a burial ground for the ancestors of the Dongfang Imperial Clan.
Dongfang Aoyue led the way, taking Jun Xiaoyao and Li Xianyao deep into the burial ground.
A lone grave stretched for a thousand miles, with nowhere to speak of the desolation.
The atmosphere here was somewhat bleak.
However, not far away, one grave was different.
The area around that grave was planted with colorful flowers, forming a stark contrast to the other tombs in this place.
Dongfang Aoyue arrived before the flower-covered grave and stood in silence.
Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao also remained silent.
This tomb was the grave of Dongfang Aoyue and Li Xianyao's mother.
It was not a magnificent mausoleum, nor was it a vast grand tomb; it was merely a simple, lonely grave, burying a woman whose life had been fraught with misfortune.
The flowers surrounding it had clearly been planted by Dongfang Aoyue herself.
It is likely that no outsider would ever imagine that this woman, who was infamous in the Boundary Sea, known as the Blood Princess and a Devil Head, and who was cold to the point of heartlessness, could have such a soft side in her heart.
She had planted flowers all around her mother's grave.
And this side of her was known only to a few, such as Jun Xiaoyao and Li Xianyao.
"Mother..."
Li Xianyao stepped forward, looking at the grave.
A certain emotion flickered in her eyes, with a hint of crystalline shimmer.
She then knelt directly and bowed her head.
Dust clung to her snowy-white forehead and dark hair, but she did not care at all.
To the side, Dongfang Aoyue saw this scene and said nothing.
But deep within her obsidian-like eyes, there seemed to be a subtle, imperceptible change.
"Mother, Aoyue has come to see you."
"Today, the great revenge has been avenged. Aoyue will use the Souls of the enemies to light sky lanterns, to comfort Mother's spirit in heaven."
As Dongfang Aoyue spoke, she took out a Soul Magical Artifact and summoned the Primordial Spirits of Saint Li, Li Heng, Yin Yurong, and the others.
Among them, even Saint Li's Primordial Spirit had been heavily damaged and weakened to the extreme, so there was no need to worry about any retaliation.
Not to mention, Jun Xiaoyao was there as well.
"Damn you, you abandoned daughter..."
Saint Li's Primordial Spirit released terrifying fluctuations, trying to break free.
Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao moved his mind.
Terrifying Soul Power spread out like a tide, suppressing the Divine Souls of the three.
At this moment, Dongfang Aoyue turned to look at Jun Xiaoyao and said, "Xiaoyao, could I borrow your Chaos Fire?"
Jun Xiaoyao was momentarily stunned, then nodded and said, "Of course."
It had to be said that Dongfang Aoyue was truly ruthless when dealing with her enemies.
That was the Chaos Fire, after all.
Burning the Soul—the pain was simply indescribable in words.
Jun Xiaoyao also conjured the Chaos Fire.
Afterward, Dongfang Aoyue took out three lantern-shaped Magical Artifacts.
She had prepared these long ago, waiting to contain the Souls of her enemies.
Dongfang Aoyue sealed the Primordial Spirits of Saint Li, Li Heng, and Yin Yurong into the three lantern Magical Artifacts respectively.
Then, with a flick of his finger, Jun Xiaoyao sent three clusters of Chaos Fire into the lanterns.
The lanterns were instantly lit, radiating light.
From within, extremely shrill fluctuations were transmitted!
The pain of the Soul being tormented was something even Saint Li could barely endure!
The light emitted by these lanterns used their Primordial Spirits as lamp oil!
The three lanterns rose into the air, swaying before the grave.
The shrill cries emanating from them were incessant, echoing throughout the burial ground.
Clearly, the Primordial Spirits of Saint Li, Li Heng, and Yin Yurong would only be completely extinguished after enduring much agonizing torment.
"Mother, Aoyue has succeeded..."
Dongfang Aoyue murmured, taking a deep breath.
All these years of effort, to become stronger, she had used every means possible.
Even if she was called a Devil Head or the Blood Princess by outsiders and her reputation was ruined, she did not care.
She only wanted to avenge her mother.
And now, she had finally fulfilled her goal and promise.
But after completing it, Dongfang Aoyue did not feel relieved.
She only felt a sense of emptiness.
She suddenly shed tears.
The Blood Princess would not easily shed tears.
But after finally completing all of this, Dongfang Aoyue felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness and sorrow.
Yes, she had completed her revenge.
But even so, her mother would not return.
In the past, the goal of revenge had always supported Dongfang Aoyue.
But now that this goal had been reached, Dongfang Aoyue felt an unprecedented emptiness.
Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao sighed slightly and stepped forward, saying, "Aoyue, your life in the past was weighed down too heavily by the burden of revenge."
"Now, you have completed your goal of revenge."
"From now on, your life will be lived for yourself, not for anyone or anything else."
"Surely, your mother would also hope that you can have a life of your own."
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Dongfang Aoyue turned to look at him, her eyes misty.
She threw herself directly into Jun Xiaoyao's arms and began to cry.
This peerless, strong woman finally revealed her truly fragile side after completing all of this.
She was just a woman after all!
Not the truly cold-blooded and heartless Blood Princess.
She had only used heartlessness to cover up her affection, and coldness to cover up her vulnerability.
Now, Dongfang Aoyue had finally revealed her fragile side to Jun Xiaoyao.
To the side, Li Xianyao watched silently, her jade hands clenched.
Her younger sister had borne so much, all alone!
At this moment, Li Xianyao secretly swore to herself.
No matter what happened in the future, Dongfang Aoyue must find a place to belong.
Her place of belonging was Jun Xiaoyao.
Afterward, the three of them stayed before the grave for a long time.
Dongfang Aoyue finally opened her heart.
She no longer seemed like the Blood Princess, but just an ordinary woman.
Facing Li Xianyao, although Dongfang Aoyue could not yet be close to her, she was no longer icy cold.
The grievances and entanglements between the sisters Dongfang Aoyue and Li Xianyao, and Saint Li, had thus come to a complete end.
Three days later, Jun Xiaoyao and Li Xianyao were prepared to leave.
They were to return to the Yun Imperial Clan.
As for Dongfang Aoyue, because of her identity, she could not yet openly accompany Jun Xiaoyao.
Besides, she still had matters of the Doomsday Cult to deal with.
After all, she had also obtained the Dharma-Ending Immortal Ark.
After a round of farewells, Jun Xiaoyao and Li Xianyao left the Matriarchal Universe, heading toward the Yun Imperial Clan.